Night, Luo family.

"Did Jingling eat at night?" Blacksmith Luo asked Wang Cuilian.

Wang Cuilian shook her head: "I don't know, the baby is accompanying him, and she brought him the food at night."

Blacksmith Luo said: "This child Jingling seems to be quite obedient to our baby's words. I think he can eat a few mouthfuls."

Zuo Junmo suddenly said: "Uncle Luo, I have an unkind request, and I hope you can agree."

"Jun Mo, we are all our own people. Whatever I can do, it's just a matter of words." Blacksmith Luo said with a simple and honest smile.

Zuo Junmo said: "This time I took the baby to my house to watch the Lantern Festival lanterns. I want to keep her staying at my house for a while."

"To be honest, this child Jingling has been back for more than two months. He is not close to anyone. I have never heard him speak, let alone play with the children of the same age in Zuojiazhuang."

"But this time when we came to Changping Village, he was very close to the baby, so I wanted the baby to stay with me and keep Jingling company."

"I know this request is a bit excessive. After all, the baby is the apple of your eye, but..."

Blacksmith Luo smiled and interrupted Zuo Junmo: "Jun Mo, you don't need to explain so much. Your aunt and I both know what you want to say. Right Cuilian?"

Wang Cuilian next to her smiled and nodded.

Blacksmith Luo went on to say, "No matter whether it's us or Mrs. Xian, we can't make a decision on this matter. You have to ask Baobao personally. If she agrees, we won't say anything!"

Zuo Junmo nodded. If he actually said this to persuade Luo Baobao to stay at Zuo's house, he would be confident.

"This child Jingling has never studied in Yangzhou before. After I brought him back last time, I originally wanted to send him to elementary school. He is already over seven years old. By this year, he should be considered eight years old.

But he only stayed in Zhuangzi's school for one morning and then ran back, and later he refused to leave."

"My mother doted on him and didn't force him, so she invited my husband to come back and teach him at home. He has been teaching for more than two months."

"The baby will come with me this time, and I will arrange for them to study together. What do you think?" Zuo Junmo asked again.

Blacksmith Luo said with a smile: "Since I'm playing, I can still study. That's great."

"By the way, Jun Mo, my baby has been forced to learn boxing and kung fu by her cruel father since she was a child. She has to do horse walking and other things every morning. Where is your Jingling?"

Zuo Junmo smiled slightly and said, "Jingling is also learning."

Although Jingling's biological mother was the last person Zuo Junmo wanted to mention, and he couldn't even remember what the woman looked like, it was an indisputable fact that his blood flowed through Jingling's body.

In the future, everything in the Zuo family, whether it is family property, connections, various resources, or the inheritance of the Mo family for hundreds of years, Zuo Junmo will all be handed over to Jingling.

So being able to read and write, and having good fists and kicks are the most basic.

Hearing that the Zuo family's way of raising their children was similar to their own, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were not worried.

Besides, it’s boring for the baby to be alone at home. Now he’s studying and practicing martial arts with Jing Ling, which is great!

In the backyard, in Jingling's guest room.

Luo Baobao was holding a bowl of food in his hand, with a chicken leg on top of it, and was coaxing Jingling to eat.

However, Jingling was very uncooperative tonight. No matter what Baby Luo said or did, he would just hold the quilt and look at her quietly, with a depth that belied his age in his dark eyes.

"Jingling, what's wrong with you? Why don't you eat? Is there something on your mind?" Baby Luo asked, feeling a little discouraged.

Jingling still didn't speak.

Baby Luo was a little angry. She had never coaxed anyone like this in her entire life. It was always others who coaxed her.

"Well, since you don't want to eat, I won't force you. You can rest well and I'll leave."

Luo Baobao said, and then stood up. When he turned around, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by a small hand.

It's Jingling.

He was looking up at her, his eyes seemed to have something to express, but his lips were pressed into a tight line.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Luo Baobao asked.

Jingling nodded.

Luo Baobao looked at him and suddenly had an idea, "Wait a minute."

Immediately, she came to the table, put down the rice bowl, turned around and looked for it in the drawer.

Soon, she found a carbon pen and a piece of paper and returned to the bed.

"If you're too lazy to talk, why don't you just write down what you want to say?" Luo Baobao said.

Jingling picked up the carbon pen and looked at it curiously.

"Is it different from the brush we usually use? Haha, this is the pen my mother uses. It's very convenient for writing. You can try it." Luo Baobao said.

Jingling picked up the pen and drew a line on the paper.

There was a bit of light in his eyes.

Luo Baobao curled his lips and said, "I heard from Uncle Zuo that you have been recognizing Chinese characters for more than two months, so you must be able to write a little bit, right? Write it for me."

Jingling blushed and looked behind Luo Baobao.

"What? Are you embarrassed to write in front of me? Well, then I'll turn my back and call me after you finish writing." She said, then turned around, but raised her ears to catch the voice behind her.

movement.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a rustling sound behind me, which was the sound of a carbon pen scratching on the paper...

What would Jingling write?

Baby Luo guessed curiously in her heart. She was somewhat applauded for her intelligence and wit, and she actually thought of this way to communicate with Jingling. Haha, I, Baby Luo, am really the smartest person in the world!

After a while, the corner of the clothes beside him moved, and a piece of paper was handed over.

Luo Baobao quickly took the paper and read it in front of his eyes.

On the paper, a few crooked words appeared:

Chicken legs, no, like, like!

Luo Baobao asked him in surprise: "What? You don't like chicken legs? What do you like to eat?"

She handed over the pen and paper again.

Jingling picked up his pen and was about to start writing, when he suddenly ran into trouble.

Luo Baobao thought he didn't want to write in person, so he turned around on his own initiative.

At this moment, the rustling sound behind him continued for a while.

Luo Baobao bit his fingers and suppressed his excitement. Hearing the sound, Jingling seemed to be filling up the paper. This kid, after only learning calligraphy for two months, could write so much? How amazing...

Finally, the paper was handed over from behind.

Luo Baobao took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, but he was dumbfounded.

The paper is indeed densely packed, and there is no longer any space for writing. However, except for the previous few words, there are no other words.

"Jingling, are you painting... fish?"

Luo Baobao asked in surprise.

Jingling nodded seriously.

Luo Baobao counted carefully and drew nearly ten fish in total, large and small.

Baby Luo started to take a closer look at the first fish and discovered something interesting.

"Jingling, I recognize this first fish. Is it grass carp?"

Jingling nodded.

"The second one has a big head, like... a fat-headed fish?"

Jingling curled his lips.

"The third...bream?"

"The fourth one is spicy tench!"

"The fifth……"

"Jingling, why do you draw so many fish? Are you trying to tell me that all the fish above are the dishes you want to eat?" Luo Baobao finally asked.

Jingling stopped talking and looked at her with a blank look, then stuck out his tongue and gently licked his lower lip.
Chapter completed!